Winged victory: The Mother of Beijing Boyce
My constructive criticisms (some erroneously label them complaints) usually fall on deaf ears, but not so those of the woman who brought me kicking and screaming into the world and made my early years happy ones by including a shot of Johnnie Walker Blue in those baby bottles – just kidding, the Blue was off limits, I had to make due with the Black.
Her visit to our fair city a few months ago included trips to the Forbidden City, Summer Palace, Great Wall and, of course, The Rickshaw. At the latter, she declared the wings tasty but added that a much better experience would be had if only there were wetnaps with which to wipe that Buffalo sauce from one’s fingers. Mom spoke and The Rickshaw – in the true spirit of respecting one’s elders – listened.
The wings now come with wetnaps.
Thanks, Mom.
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NO way! That’s awesome! They don’t even have wetnaps at KFC here!
p3wong,
Are you serious? Time to get Mom back to Beijing!
Cheers, Boyce